Scott lives here in East Texas. A little north of here but not much. He is a little smaller that me, but not much. I believe he is a little younger than me, but not by much. Our stories could have been much alike, except this was where the similarities ended, and the differences began to show.
You see, Scott had to be looking directly at me to know I was talking, and I had to listen very carefully to understand him when he was speaking. However, when Scott came out of the house the second time and handed me a glass of ice water, sat down on his porch, and said
